DESIGN FIASCO this day started as many of our days had before, late and very humid. ellen sourced out an artist collective and gallery called design festa. so following her lead we end up in shinjuku, and lost. we are unable to make heads or tails of her map. wandering about we wind up in a mega-department store, mylord. bizarre name, and here is a bronze statue of her capitalist ladyship, doromi. all bow you worthless cretins! when lost, what do you do? treat yourself to ice cream and tell yourself that things are ok, just fine, we'll be ok.
maybe it was the cold rush to the head, but ellen decided to ask directions, and wouldn't you know it? but design festa is in harajuku. icy cold stares at ellen. how much time did we waste ellen? how much? so off to harajuku, meandering
through takeshita douri, and just before we were about to give up for lost, there it was, right in front of our faces. and true to form, the building definately looks like an art collective. bright, loud oddity it was, beckoning with promise of more inside. strange, dreaming streams of thought interweaving. even the damn washroom was amazing. some of the rooms were closed for set up, as the prices are very reasonable and flexible for rental. next time.